the body idea
Bree North
I know i am not my body But if i were I would remember just long enough For memory to mean imprints I would be curious as corneas Whiten with fear like follicles Wired up from the inside Disease could be free to teach me Like feldspar fragments or meteorology According to some holy math And I wouldn’t even wonder about it I would be water and dirt That’s it. Every hand would be the same The same like elastic on my joggers Plastic comb fingers God, how i would harden up when starved And soften when i am fed
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